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Atsushi winced as he plucked another piece of glass carefully from the side of his palm. A bright red drop of blood beaded to the surface, and he discarded the shard into the bin between his feet.

He looked up when the bathroom door opened, and Akutagawa closed it gently behind him. “They’re both in bed,” he reported. “And quite contrite, I might add.”

Atsushi extracted another shard from his skin, then ran his finger along the outside of his palm, looking for bits he missed. “I BET they’re contrite, you’re scary when you’re angry.” He raised an eyebrow at Akutagawa, who frowned. “It was an accident.”

“There are too many accidents. They know better.”

“They’re growing boys, and rambunctious.” Atsushi dug more glass from his skin. “Yelling at them won’t solve anything.” The glass pinged into the bottom of the bin. “Maybe we should enroll Acchan in a sport, or something.”

“I cannot see him containing himself to play a sport.” Akutagawa took Atsushi’s hand and inspected it himself; Atsushi knew better than to take it back. “But…it might be good for him.” He rubbed his thumb over some of the beading blood, smearing it, before raising Atsushi’s hand to his mouth and brushing his lips over the wound.

Atsushi sighed and smiled. “Sometimes I think you’re developing a taste for my blood.”

Akutagawa met his eye and licked the blood from his skin. Now Atsushi did pull his hand back, and Akutagawa rumbled in amusement. “Gross,” Atsushi muttered, inspecting his palm, but the wounds had healed over by now anyway. “Why do you have to be so gross?”

Akutagawa leaned over and kissed the top of his head. “It’s never gross when it comes from you, my darling weretiger.”

“Freak,” Atsushi snorted affectionately, and Akutagawa smirked in response.